The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 81
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Legend of the Evil Martial God
Chapter 81
“I’m thinking of doing some business.”
“Business? What kind of business? Do you need money? Just say the word. I’ll give it to you.”
“Come on. How could I use Grandfather’s money? I’ll earn and spend my own.”
“Don’t tell me? Are you thinking of selling weapons?”
“Correct. I’ll raise Cheonmu Castle’s power while I make money—isn’t that killing two birds with one stone?”
“Huh…”
“What? Does it lower my dignity as the next Castle Lord?”
“N-no. I was just amazed because it’s such a good idea.”
I laughed inwardly watching Jeok Mugun wave his hands and deny it.
“Then I’ll go do some business.”
“Y-yes. S-sell a lot.”
“Ah! There’s something I need—could you give it to me?”
“What is it?”
“A list of Cheonmu Castle’s leadership.”
“That’s…”
“Why? I’m going to be the next Castle Lord, so can’t I know in advance?”
“N-no, of course you should know! Yes! You absolutely should know. I’ll organize it right away and send it to you.”
“Thank you.”
Jeok Mugun felt uncomfortable, as if he kept getting caught in Jeok Wigang’s traps.
A single book received from Jeok Mugun.
It contained the personal information of all the leadership supporting Cheonmu Castle.
Among them were the Eight Stars of Cheonmu.
Those responsible for Cheonmu Castle’s military power, who showed more obsession with becoming stronger than anyone else.
The Eight Stars of Cheonmu included Jeok Wigang’s eldest and second uncles.
Jeok Mugun’s eldest son, Jeok Rigang of the Infinite Heaven Fist, and his second son, Jeok Ripae of the Eight-Fold Strong Fist.
The third uncle hadn’t made it into the Eight Stars of Cheonmu.
Since both used fists, I decided to exclude them for now and target the other Eight Stars of Cheonmu first.
One person caught Jeok Wigang’s eye.
Baek Seojin.
The one who oversaw all swordsmen of Cheonmu Castle, called the Blue Sword Star among the Eight Stars of Cheonmu and the pavilion master of the Sword Martial Pavilion.
His alias was the Clear Bright Sword Master.
He was obsessed with swords.
A person who loved swords more than anyone and believed swordsmanship was the strongest martial art.
His beloved sword was the Blue Light Sword, a top-grade famous sword.
Baek Seojin’s martial arts characteristics were quick draws combined with ever-changing techniques.
Sometimes powerful, sometimes flexible—his sword had to move with endless variations.
The Blue Light Sword was a famous sword that helped Baek Seojin display his martial arts most naturally.
But even durability has its limits.
No matter how good a sword, every time Baek Seojin performed his techniques, the sword’s lifespan would gradually wear away.
The Blue Light Sword was probably in a state of severely damaged durability, and Baek Seojin would be worrying about what to do with his sword.
However, he couldn’t ask Cheonjang Gong.
Because they had a falling out over sword reforging.
Cheonjang Gong said the sword should be given rest, but Baek Seojin couldn’t accept that.
To discard a sword that was like his own limbs.
After that, he didn’t even glance at Cheonjang Gong.
What if the Blue Light Sword could be repaired?
What if it could be reborn as an even better sword than before, beyond just repair?
What would Baek Seojin’s reaction be?
He would do anything.
What condition was the Blue Light Sword in?
If Cheonjang Gong shook his head, the Blue Light Sword must be on the verge of breaking.
An ordinary blacksmith would recommend disposal, but Jeok Wigang was different.
He could restore the Blue Light Sword to its original state with the Five Elements Incantation Method.
If he restored it to its original state, then reforged it and even engraved incantations, a sword rivaling a divine sword would be born.
The cost?
He would pay as much as his love for swords.
To confirm how great that love was, Jeok Wigang rose from his seat to meet Baek Seojin.
Sword Martial Pavilion Master’s Training Ground.
Baek Seojin was concentrating on training with the Blue Light Sword.
Shuaaak- Shaak-.
The eerie sound heard each time the sword passed.
It sounded like space itself was being cut.
But Baek Seojin’s expression wasn’t very good.
It was an expression of dissatisfaction.
“Haah.”
Finally, he sighed and stopped training, examining his sword.
“Really… must I let you go now?”
As he stroked the sword surface with a bitter expression, he felt the sword trembling.
“Does it hurt a lot? I’m sorry.”
He carefully stroked the sword surface as if caressing a child.
Then he heard footsteps and turned his gaze to see a subordinate running toward him with an urgent expression.
“What is it?”
“There’s someone looking for the Pavilion Master.”
“I clearly said that during my training time, I wouldn’t meet anyone except the Castle Lord.”
“This person says they can repair the Pavilion Master’s sword.”
“What?”
“Should I tell him to wait?”
“No. I’ll go now.”
Clang-.
He sheathed his sword and moved hurriedly.
“Where is he now?”
“For now, I’ve guided him to the reception room.”
“How old did he appear to be?”
“He looked like he had just passed his coming of age.”
Pause-.
Baek Seojin stopped walking and looked at his subordinate.
His expression was filled with irritation.
“Are you saying my sword is something any random nobody can repair?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Then why are you introducing me to someone who’s barely past coming of age?”
“I didn’t believe it at first either. But he came with a letter of recommendation from Cheonjang Gong.”
“What?”
“Cheonjang Gong personally wrote a letter of recommendation calling him a master craftsman superior to himself, so I had no choice but to believe it.”
“That’s impossible. That old man would never acknowledge another person. Isn’t it fake?”
“I briefly considered that possibility, but unless he’s insane, would he dare present a fake to you, my lord? His head would fly off on the spot.”
The subordinate’s words made sense.
“Hmm. Now that I hear it, from your position you could reach that conclusion. I understand. Let’s go.”
“Yes, sir.”
Bang-.
The reception room door burst open as a figure entered.
It was Baek Seojin.
His gaze was fixed on only one place.
Toward Jeok Wigang sitting in the reception room.
“Are you the one? The person who came with Cheonjang Gong’s letter of recommendation saying you could repair my sword?”
Jeok Wigang gave a cupped fist salute in greeting.
“Nice to meet you. My name is Kang Wi. That’s correct. I said I could repair your Blue Light Sword, my lord.”
Clang-.
Right there, he drew the Blue Light Sword and pointed it at Jeok Wigang’s neck as he spoke.
“Is that so? Well then, take a look.”
He pointed the sword and examined Jeok Wigang.
But there was no fear whatsoever in Jeok Wigang’s eyes.
Even though a sword was pointed at his neck.
With just a little more force, the blade could have cut his throat, but Jeok Wigang focused solely on examining the sword before his eyes.
“Hmm. The condition is more serious than I thought. If you keep using this, it’ll probably break before the year is over.”
“What did you say?”
“The sword is already enduring beyond its limits. It should have broken long ago, but it seems the spirit dwelling in the sword wants to stay with you a little longer, my lord, so it’s holding on.”
At the mention of the sword having a spirit, Baek Seojin’s hand trembled.
“So… can you repair it or not?”
Jeok Wigang smiled and said.
“I can repair it.”
“R-really?”
“Yes. However, the price is a bit steep.”
“What?”
“Why? You’re not asking me to repair it for free, are you?”
“Grr… How much do you want?”
“I’ll only charge as much as you cherish this sword, my lord.”
“What?”
“I said I’ll only charge as much as you cherish it.”
“Grr. As much as I cherish it?”
Just how much was that supposed to be?
“I’ll give you one hundred taels of gold.”
At that, Jeok Wigang looked at the Blue Light Sword with a sad expression and said.
“Blue Light Sword. It seems your master doesn’t think you’re very important.”
At those words, Baek Seojin frowned and said.
“Two hundred taels.”
Jeok Wigang still looked at the sword with sad eyes.
“Three hundred taels!”
There was no reaction.
“Five hundred taels!”
“Thank you, my lord. Then shall we begin the repair right away?”
At Jeok Wigang’s quick change of attitude, Baek Seojin’s expression twisted menacingly.
“If you fail to repair it properly… I’ll collect your head instead of five hundred nyang.”
“Trust me and leave it to me. You won’t regret it.”
Jeok Wigang decided that day.
He would set five hundred gold nyang as the standard price for the other leadership members as well.
Jeok Wigang went to the Cheonhwa Forge with the Blue Light Sword.
“You can really fix that? That sword has already reached the end of its lifespan.”
Cheonjang Gong Geum Hwangryeok shook his head as he looked at the Blue Light Sword.
“That’s right. The sword has already reached the end of its lifespan.”
“Don’t tell me you’re planning to replace it with a different sword blade?”
“No. If I did that, he’d notice immediately, wouldn’t he?”
“He would? That sword was so beloved by That Guy Baek Seojin that it even developed a spiritual nature.”
“Exactly. So replacing it with a different sword blade would be even worse, right? To him, this sword is like a child.”
“Then how do you plan to fix it? That sword has already lost its breath. The metal grain is dead, and even the core iron has corroded.”
“I know. The hairline cracks have already eaten through the entire sword blade and I can even see stress fractures. In this state, forget about quenching – if you put the sword in the forge, it would be destroyed immediately.”
“You’ve assessed it accurately. But how can you repair it then? Just letting it rest peacefully would be the right path for that sword.”
Jeok Wigang smiled and said.
“I have magic arts, don’t I?”
“Magic arts aren’t omnipotent and can’t revive that sword.”
“I want to try at least.”
“Your stubbornness… Do as you wish. When someone more skilled than me wants to attempt it, how can I stop you.”
Geum Hwangryeok left and Jeok Wigang looked at the sword and said.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you stronger than before.”
Could it sense Jeok Wigang’s sincerity?
The sword cried out.
Wung wung wung-.
“Yes. Yes. Just wait a little.”
What Jeok Wigang intended to use was the Spirit Restoration Technique.
It was a magical formula that restored old things to new.
He inscribed the technique on the sword and muttered an incantation.
Form Summoning
Mind Connection
Severed Connection Restoration
Return Sword Like New
As he finished the incantation, a faint current arose around the sword.
Fine dust particles around the sword floated up into the air and clusters of light tangled like blood vessels appeared on the sword surface.
What spread like blood vessels were the sword’s wounds.
The festering pus of time accumulated over long years.
The Spirit Restoration Technique doesn’t simply make the surface new.
It was a magical formula that called forth the memories of first love sleeping deep within the weakened metal and restored it to its original form.
A small resonance bloomed from within the sword.
Like a living being breathing, minute vibrations occurred.
The light grew stronger and became hot like a furnace.
Soon it glowed red-hot and the tangled clusters of light began to unravel and gradually disappeared.
The traces of time were stripped away and before long the sword surface gleamed like a newly forged sword.
The Blue Light Sword had returned to when it was first born.
Had its spiritual nature disappeared too?
No.
Wung wung wung wung-.
Joy could be felt in the sword cry it emitted.
This meant its spiritual nature still remained.
Baek Seojin would have been greatly pleased with just this, but it wasn’t over yet.
Having received five hundred gold nyang, it would be disappointing to end it here.
He had to make the customer completely satisfied so that five hundred nyang wouldn’t feel wasteful at all.
Jeok Wigang began inscribing techniques on the sword.
He added incantations that would allow Baek Seojin’s energy to perfectly blend into the sword, and incantations that would make its durability ten times stronger.
Additionally, he strengthened the spiritual energy so it could recognize its master.
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